I am presuming that episode 10 does not in fact take place the next morning after Gustus' death, but the day after that.

She knew she was supposed to be keeping watch for any sign of danger, but Clarke was so peaceful when she slept, none of that admirable bravado and fight ever present, that Lexa didn't, couldn't look away for the few hours of rest her saviour deserved. Since the first day they met, Lexa knew there was something different, special about this girl, and it was becoming harder and harder to push down the feelings that threatened to surface at any moment. Being alone with Clarke in this tranquil state didn't do her any favours and was making her uncharacteristically anxious.

So it was almost a relief when the pauna roared loud enough to rouse her companion and send them on their way. The people of Tondc were relieved to see her safe return, many fearing the worst. She thanked them for their concern with a few quiet words, avoided a healer's attempts to examine her previously dislocated, yet still smarting shoulder, and allowed herself to drift off, thoughts filled with a certain blonde haired beauty.

The giver of sustenance and strength awakened her to a new and glorious day - or at least, a new and glorious afternoon. Lexa lay on her back for a few moments, admiring the way the sunlight peeked through all the tiny cracks of this metal tent. She wondered what it was like to be everywhere at once, allowing everything you touched to thrive, to sprout new life.

Then, knowing she had duties to attend to, like convincing the clan leaders that Clarke's plan was indeed feasible, she pushed herself into a sitting position, forgetting that she had hurt herself yesterday. Lexa braced for the pain that would surely course through her arm, but it never came.

That's odd, she thought. I heal swiftly, but not that swiftly.

When she looked to her right arm and saw that the makeshift sling was missing, she frowned further. Had someone entered her quarters and removed it?

She looked around but saw no sign of the piece of Clarke's shirt. When she looked back to her arm, she realized she wasn't even wearing the armour she fell asleep in, dressed instead in her light and comfortable night attire.

Lexa didn't know what to make of this.

Before she could think on it too much, her temporary guard and clan leader, Wes, called through the partially opened door.

"Heda, the sky princess requests entrance. Should I grant it?"

Had she not witnessed the pauna killing him yesterday? Was she mistaking his voice for someone elses?

Befuddled by the situation, she didn't immediately respond.

"Heda?"

"Wes?"

"Yes?"

"I will be with her presently," she eventually announced.

As fast as her troubled mind could manage, she threw on clothing befitting of a commander and exited the well kept home a woman had so graciously given her during her stay here. There was Wes, looking perfectly fine.

How had he managed to survive the pauna's onslaught?

He raised an eyebrow at her continued staring and she glanced away. Within seconds she spotted Clarke amongst the haphazard metal structures and forgot about being confused about Wes. Lexa made her way to Clarke, every step a little more draining on her ample amounts of reserve.

"You wished to see me?" she asked, an unexpected hope blossoming in her chest.

People were known to come together after surviving a life threatening situation. It happened all the time. And they owed each other a life debt, which was arguably even more likely to bring them together.

What was she thinking? This would be a terrible thing to happen. Now was not the time for distraction.

The mesmerizing girl looked up. Her heart thudded as their eyes connected. "I've been thinking, Lexa...now that all the clan leaders have given their updates, we need to agree upon a strategy as soon as possible. We need to stay in that bunker until we reach a consensus. And that needs to be today. There's no telling how long Bellamy can maintain his cover for once he's inside. We need to be ready to strike at a moment's notice."

Lexa blinked in surprise. Weren't those the exact same words she had said to her yesterday? Hadn't Lexa bristled at the girl for presuming to take command?

It was then that she noticed Clarke's guard, Major Byrne, whole and unharmed, standing off to the side, keeping to the shadows.

The woman was alive as well?

She swallowed hard and focused on steadying her breathing. This was easier said than done, for when she glanced over Clarke's shoulder and saw Quint walk past, giving the blonde a dirty look, she nearly yelped in disbelief.

"Lexa?" said Clarke quizzically. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is fine," she lied, mind reeling.

Several seconds passed. "So...what do you think about my idea?"

"What?!" she snapped distractedly, causing Clarke to flinch. She eyed the confused looking girl for a moment. "Oh yes, the meeting. We will reconvene in one hours time."

Hopefully that will be long enough for me to understand what is going on here.

Without another word she turned on her heel and strolled into the forest, away from all of the noise and distraction of the bustling village, lost in thought.

Suddenly there was a fearsome roar. Lexa jerked her head up in time to see the underbrush being trampled down by her least favourite, nearly indestructible animal foe.

Pauna! she screamed internally, blood turning cold as she reached for her sword, the same one that had been destroyed yesterday.

A dagger whizzed by and barely embedded itself in the creatures thick chest. Enraged, it turned its attention to the entirely too fragile looking man, charging.

"Run, heda, run!" Wes yelled, as he reached for a second dagger. "Save yourself!"

She knew if she did he would die. She knew his life was more expendable than her own. She knew many would gladly become her new guard. And yet...after Clarke's foolhardy behaviour yesterday, something had changed within, and instead of fleeing, she chased after the beast and hacked at its back legs. It spun around and swung a massive fist at her head that she barely managed to dodge by dropping to the ground. Before it could trample her, Wes released another dagger into its back, the closer range causing it to have a greater impact.

The pauna howled in pain and turned to face its second assailant.

"Run, heda, run!" he repeated when it was nearly upon him, slowing to a stand still to strike.

Lexa took the opportunity to leap at its back, thrusting her sword in as far as she could between its shoulder blades, missing its heart by mililmetres. It screamed some more, flailing around madly as it tried to grab her. She stood her ground, or rather her fur, holding onto her sword for dear life.

Hands shaking terribly, Wes slashed wildly at the creature with his broadsword. The pauna whacked him off to the side as if he weighed nothing, his lithe body colliding with a tree ten feet away. Her guard didn't move again. It was incredibly surreal to watch someone die the same way twice.

Lexa knew if she let go, she would probably join his fate. She also knew if she didn't, it would eventually succeed in grabbing hold and tearing her to pieces.

Strength fading fast, she took a deep breath, hopped from its back and sprinted for all her worth. They had injured it a great deal and it moved slower than it normally would have, allowing her to just barely keep ahead of its furious reach. But not for long. Being all turned around, she had no idea where she was heading and ended up face to face with a considerable drop into what appeared to be a shallow creek bed below. Not jumping was certain death. Jumping was slightly less certain.

She jumped.

With a jolt she awoke in her bed, beyond bewildered. Then when some logic returned, she laughed quietly at herself.

It was simply a dream. A very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless.

Her smile instantly faded when she noticed that her shoulder did not hurt and the sling was missing once more.

Oh no.

Haha, I seem to have a thing with pauna's and a flustered/bewildered Lexa. Not necessarily in that order but still...it should be very fun to watch commander heart eyes become increasingly unhinged. I'm evil I know.